DT: “Manny, do you like me?”
I am mystified why Putin thinks an obese delusional has-been with improbable hair and a long history of alleged sexual assaults would ever be acceptable to America.
The buttons on his shirt certainly look to be under siege.
Holy Saltines! Those crackers came out of the same box.
I’m married to a physician who loves to regale us with gross medical stories at the dinner table. This delights our children and disgusts me, so it’s a win-win for her.
“I don’t need to hear children cry,” he said.
For some reason this made me laugh, hard.
Here’s the picture of the enormous penis of Donald Trump Jr. she was showing off around the office:
Exactly this. Bend all three of them over: Brock, attorney, and Daddy who’s paying for it all. Stick objects up their assholes. Leave literal dirt and debris inside their bodies from it.
There is so much I need to learn.
Perhaps? I’m not sure what else she’s actually qualified to do.
That is so tragic. And preventable. Fuck anti-vaxxers.
I always assumed mitosis.
Oh, no, it’s absolutely true that Department of Agriculture wants to funnel SNAP purchases to some extent. Ask SNAP recipients about how ridiculously convoluted the system is and you’ll see. All this talk about wanting to make sure that food stamps go to “healthy” foods is ridiculous anyway - no one should be policing…
I found more info on the company that got the contract - it sounds a lot like those unknown companies that got huge contracts after the hurricanes last year despite zero evidence that they could actually pull it off and shady ties to Trump admin officials.
Considering the depth that this administration has sunk to on all levels, no theory, no matter how diabolical, is off the table.
Met one of my city’s higher-profile NFL players while working at a theater. He was coming to see a play written by someone he’d gone to college with. I actually think he was relieved to be somewhere where he didn’t have to be On All the Time. It wasn’t until I took his credit card to pay for his ticket that I realized…
I did this to Australia’s most famous fashion designer, who checked in - flanked by models - at the hotel reception desk I was on.
I’ve known that thrill, albeit many years after high school was finished. I wish I’d been able to film it so I could pinpoint the moment his heart was ripped from his chest, a la Ralph Wiggum.